The Lesson of the Corn

In my haste to cleanup before leaving the farm, I dropped the corn. In my earlier days as a child and young adult I would have probably been angry, either with the corn, or more likely with myself.

But these days, especially after becoming more aware of my blind reactions through Vipassana mediation, not only do I not cast blame, but instead smile to myself and admire the beautiful piece of floor art I created.